#and so far the pacing is like if someone took tos and aligned it with present times editing to avoid idling over shots and scenes

[jackabbot]

okay, only 4 eps in and i am more than aware that some people love to criticise the show but... why is snw so good?? like genuinely it's such quintessential star trek i'm loving it here

[moonlit-imagines]

Masterminds

Dick Grayson x fem!reader

warnings: smut/NSFW, alcohol mention

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Titans all working together to get reader and dick to admit their feelings for each other? Maybe some smut or at least heavy messy making out?”

“I’m so sick of watching Dick and y/n butting heads every goddamn second of the day.” Rose rolled her eyes while observing the argument you and Dick were having over one of your most recent missions.

“It’s so obvious they want to fuck.” Jason shook his head, and Rose was none too pleased. She swatted his arm. “What? It’s the truth.” He shrugged as he opened a snack-sized bag of chips.

“No, Dick, you were the one who put everyone in danger during the mission. You’re not fit to lead this team! Just face it!” You threw your hands in the air while Dick gave you a stone-cold look.

“You fucked it up when you dropped that smoke bomb.” He hissed through clenched teeth.

“The smoke bomb that prevented them from aiming their guns at us? Huh?” You shot back, keeping Dick silent. “Don’t have anything to say? I thought so.” You grabbed your gear and marched out of the room. “If I were you, I’d give stepping down a thought.”

“They’re in love.” Rose leaned her head onto Jason’s shoulder and chuckled. He pulled out his phone and texted the Borderline Child Abuse groupchat.

JJ: i propose a sceme

Gar: no. please.

Rosie: hear him out

Rach: what gar said

JJ: fuck off, we’re trying to get y/n and dick together

Gar: about time, they’ve been at each other’s throats for months

JJ: yeah, that’s why we’re fixing them because they can’t function on their own

Rach: plan?

Rosie: we were thinking about locking them in a room

Rosie: but let’s be honest, they’d find a way out in 5 minutes or less

Gar: fair point

Rach: what if we set up a mission? like, try and convince them that they have to go undercover on a date. maybe it’ll put them in the mood?

JJ: ...anyone against that one?

JJ: speak now or forever hold your peace

Rosie: best plan so far, lets do it

The kids conducted this plan carefully. They sent messages to Dick through Donna’s accounts, giving intel about a suspect that they needed to keep an eye out for. Then the kids made a dinner reservation for you guys and instructed him to take you undercover. He protested, but their reasoning was that all the other adult Titans were out of town.

Dick wasn’t happy with this plan, but neither were you, so that made him feel a little better.

Operation: Date Night was a-go. You and Dick had to dress up pretty proper for this place. It was a higher-class place. But Dick was paying, so it was fine by you. You stepped out of your room wearing the fanciest outfit you could find. An ankle-length, dark blue dress with matching earrings and a necklace, and black open-toed heels. The kids didn’t hesitate to hype you up while you walked through the Tower.

“Well, you don’t look like shit today.” Dick commented.

“Wish I could say the same for you.” You rolled your eyes and walked into the elevator. “Stay out of trouble, guys. We’ll be at a hotel tonight on patrol. Don’t stay up late and eat a decent dinner, you got me?” You warned them all.

“Yes, we got you.” The chorus of bored children sang. You nodded with a smirk as the elevator doors closed.

“You’re not their mom.” Dick told you.

“And? Someone needs to show them some love. And three of them don’t even have moms, so can it, Grayson.” You snapped back, keeping him quiet. The elevator took you to the garage, where you got to pick your car for the night. You picked the black BMW. It was practical.

“Get in.” Dick held the door for you and slammed it as soon as you got in. Nearly took off your foot.

“Watch it, Dick-head.” You snarled at him, but he just ignored you and started the car. You weren’t happy about this date. Real or not, you didn’t want to be seen in public with him. Once you’d arrived at the restaurant, you had to be on your best behavior. Stay in character.

It was awkward, there was a lot of small talk as you peered around the room, looking for a target. You just kept sipping your wine and wishing you could divert attention away from Dick. He was a bore. After a few minutes, you peered over to him and noticed he was staring. At your cleavage.

“Hey, asshole, my eyes are up here.” You snapped.

“My bad.” He leaned back in his chair and took another scan of the room. “Maybe our guy is already at the hotel?”

“I guess he could be. I think we should finish our dinner and head over.” You suggested. Dick nodded in agreement and started scarfing his food down. You kicked his shin and startled him. He gave you a hurt-puppy look.

“Ow.”

—————

You and Dick headed to the hotel and checked in under your fake names. It was a nice hotel, it really was. Pretty expensive, though. Your room was on the fifth floor, and you had a different view. Dick carried your bags like the good fake boyfriend he was. You opened the door for him and he threw your bags down.

“That was rude.” You checked the room out while he jumped onto the bed. The only bed. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding.”

“Guess you’re sleeping on the floor.” He joked with you, but it was not amusing.

“Watch it.” You glared at him. “I need to clean up.” You rifled through your bag and found some clean clothes to wear. You hopped in the shower for a quick minute and washed your face, then put on some pajamas. It was really just shorts and a bra. When you left the bathroom, you found Dick standing in the middle of the room in his underwear.

“Well, at least I’m not the only one in the Tower sleeping half-naked.” He remarked. You walked past him and sat in the bed. You knew he was checking you out when you weren’t looking. “So, where do you think this guy is?” He asked.

“No,” You clicked the TV remote, “fucking,” and again, “clue.” Dick stared at your legs, wishing he was in between them now. He hated himself for thinking that.

“If you really want to lead the team, maybe you should care a little more about the mission.” He commented, knowing it’d piss you off. You stopped and turned the TV off, then got to your feet and stomped towards him.

“You’re one to fucking talk, aren’t you?” You huffed.

“Would you like me to stop?” Dick asked slyly. You licked your lips and clenched your teeth, trying to restrain yourself, but to no avail. You jumped into his arms and pressed your lips onto his. This is what he’s wanted all night. And for a while. You, too. You were both just too stupid to realize.

He threw you down onto the bed and crawled on top of you, aggressively making out with you. You could feel his bulge growing against you. Dick’s kisses started getting sloppier as he moved down to your neck, sucking uneven dark spots across it. Then he grabbed it and whispered to you.

“You’re gonna have the time of your life.” He gently took your earlobe in between his teeth, making you shiver. He rubbed you through your shorts, teasing you ever so slightly. He placed kisses above your waistline, you whined as you waited for him to get it on. But he wasn’t so easy. He moved upwards and removed your bra. Fast. Guess he was good for something. He grabbed your breasts and massaged your nipples.

“Oh, my God, Dick, what are you doing to me?” You whimpered. He moved his mouth to you and put his mouth on your nipple, slowly sucking while you rested your hand on his head, humming as his tongue flicked against your nipple. Soon enough, you’re tits were covered in hickeys, too. Dick moved back down to the waistline and quickly ripped your shorts off. Not quite the underwear. He kept rubbing, now kissing your thighs, and occasionally biting them.

“Oh, yeah, you’re soaked.” He grabbed your pussy and felt the damp underwear. With that, he ripped it off and slid his fingers inside you. The arch in your back let him know you were ready for this. He pumped his fingers in and out of you while you moaned loudly. Dick leaned forward and began kissing your clit, but not before vigorously sucking on it. You grabbed his hair and panted through moans.

“Oh, Dick, yes!” You called to him. He flicked his tongue against your clit and started curling his fingers. “God!” He used his other hand to push your stomach down a bit. It felt even more intense, then. He was good with his tongue. Dick squeezed your thigh and sucked and pumped nonstop. In no time, you were coming.

“You taste pretty good, how about that?” He told you as he started to go down on you again. You were shaking and it only turned him on more.

“Fuck me, Dick. Fuck me.” You pleaded. He chuckled at your begging.

“Should I?” He asked as he straddled you. You nodded. Dick leaned down and started to make out with you again, driving you crazy and he knew it. He stuck his tongue down your throat and held your tits in both of his hands.

“Please, Dick.” You frowned. He licked his lips and teeth and observed your bothered expression.

“Okay, fine. You asked for it.” He ripped his underwear off and you stared at his cock. It was bigger than you expected. He climbed over you and lined himself up, then stuck his dick inside you. You both let out a loud moan and he began to slide back and forth inside you. Without warning, he started thrusting into you, making you practically scream. He grabbed you by the throat and thrusted again and again. “Keep quiet, or else.”

He then grabbed your wrists and started kissing your neck again while you held your breath. His pace started slowing, but you expected it to change any second now. And ,of course, he pushed his cock in and out, in and out, while rubbing your clit. Your breathing was hard and unsteady, he enjoyed it. He moved closer to your ear.

“Get on your hands and knees.” He instructed. He pulled out of you and got you into position. Before going in, he grabbed both of your asscheeks and slapped one. He aligned himself again and slid in, immediately thrusting hard. One of his arms was extended to hold the headboard, which was banging against the wall. His other hand was wrapped around your hair, pulling your head back whenever he may please. You hummed each time he pushed inside you. “Am I hearing something?” He stopped and asked.

“N-no. I’m being quiet.” You told him.

“Good.” He slapped your ass and kept going. The headboard’s loud thuds drowned out most of the sounds you were making. “I’m going to come.” You heard him say. You backed your ass into him, helping him out some. “Oh, look what you’re doing to me.” He grabbed your hips and slammed them into his own. You could feel him inside you. He pulled out and flipped you over putting his cock in between your cleavage for a minute.

He slid back and forth, grunting as you pushed your tits together. Soon enough, he came. He aimed it all over your chest and moaned loud. You took your finger and swiped it across his mess, he watched in awe as you licked your fingers clean. Dick got up to grab you a towel and clean you up. You laid on the bed, panting and still shaking. He cleaned you off and threw the towel to the side.

“You didn’t think this was over, did you?” Dick started rubbing your clit again, making you resume moaning.

“You sure know how to please a girl.” You moved into his touch.

“Tonight, you’re mine.” He licked your pussy. “What I say, goes.” You bit your lip.

“Wish you asserted yourself as the team leader like that.” You tried to get under his skin.

“Oh, so it’s gonna be like that?” He asked you with an evil smirk. “You’re gonna regret it.” He took three fingers and stuck them inside you, viciously pumping as you screamed. “You like that?”

“Oh, yes, fuck! Fuck!” You were making a lot of noise now.

“What did I say about being quiet? Now I have to punish you.” He said roughly.

“What’s my punishment?” You asked innocently. He sat on the side of the bed.

“On your knees. Now.” Dick pointed down. You crawled off the bed and complied. You got on your knees in front of him and saw his throbbing penis. “We can’t wait all night, can we?” He brushed the side of your face softly, then grabbed you by the chin. “Make me proud.”

You grabbed his dick with one hand and wrapped your lips around it. It felt bigger in your mouth, too. Dick put one of his strong hands on your head and you began moving along it’s length back and forth. His hand guided you farther and farther up his cock and your eyes started to water. But his moans of satisfaction kept you going. You spun your tongue around his tip, which drove him crazy.

“What are you doing to me, oh, baby.” He brushed your hair with his fingers. You sucked harder and faster, which spiked his breathing, you could tell it was only a matter of time before he came again. “I saw how much you enjoyed my cum earlier,” he roughly balled his fists in your hair, “hope you’re just as excited.” You felt him release in your mouth as he moaned in delight. You were quick to swallow it all for him.

He watched contently as you licked his cock clean. He wiped the tears from your face and gave you a big kiss.

“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

[maya-alliot]

Happiness Never Existed

Maya held the child in her arms as she paced back and forth on the hard wood floor. Lucianna was asleep, feverish and had keep the French loyalist up all night. Maya had phoned Elle for help and was waiting for the woman while Gus and Reagan kept her company. Maya took a few steps towards the front window as she brushed the hair out of Luciana’s face before pressing her lips to the childs forehead. So far she had kept the child from chaos in her life but it seemed that as much as she protected her from the dangers she couldn't protect her from the common cold. Something that was unfamiliar to her. The sound of her phone ringing pulled her attention her daughter and sent her back to the bar’s countertop. Without looking at the caller ID, Maya answered the call. “Elle?” She questioned. No. “This is Maya Alliot, yes. Hold on.” Maya leaned her head against her shoulder keeping the phone in place before waving Reagan over. “Please take her upstairs. I need to take this call.” “What do you mean? The Vaults been blown up.” Maya watched as Gus shifted in his seat – all of his attention suddenly on Maya. Why were the French just learning of this. Why hadn’t Fran called her? Maya knew the officer on the other end hadn’t been able to see her nod but she did so anyways. “I’ll be there as soon as possible.” Maya’s hazel hues were ablaze with an anger that hadn’t been there since the moment she had found out Laurent was missing. Her hands ran through her long brown hair as she let out a hysterical laugh. This was a joke. An unbelievable joke. Maya had long hung up on the officer and quickly sent a text to the French group chat. [Text: Maya] I need to fly home. Someone blew up The Vault. [Text: Laurent] Fucks sake. [Text: Oliver] How’d you find out? [Text: Maya] An officer called. I’m packing now. Her phone binged – a message out of the group chat. [Text: Oliver] Do you want back up? Maya sent a one worded answer before slipping the phone into her pocket. No. One hour later she was lowering herself into a window seat of the crowded airplane. Without even a bag to her name Maya had sat silently on the plane as she ran through all the plausible explanations of who and what had caused this. There was movement besides her but Maya hadn’t cared enough to look up until she spotted the shoes. The oh to familiar shoes. Her eyes raised and she scuffed. “I told you I didn’t want help.” “Too bad. I needed to go see Fran anyways.” Lair. Maya thought to herself as she leaned back into her seat. Hers and Oliver’s friendship hadn’t been the same in a while. They no longer had their silent talks or bread breakings. Their work relationship had taken a hit as well. Since Maya had brought Luciana home Oliver had stopped giving her dangerous jobs and started giving her safer task. It was something that she didn’t appreciate but yet refused to bring up to him and this wasn’t the time to do so either. Maya inhaled a breath as she relaxed into the chair. At least with Oliver here she could sleep in peace. Five hours later they were stepping off a plane in Launceston. “Go handle Fran. I have business to handle.” --- It was gone. The whole building was in ashes as her feet. Black boots toed a piece of rubble as she stepped farther into the ruins of the building she loved with her whole heart. The building that had given her meaning. Maya heard the footsteps come up behind her and casted a glance over her shoulder. The officer was in plain clothes but there was no denying that the fresh faced recruit was the one who had called her. “What do you know?” “Molotov cocktail through the window. There was one body inside – they were already dead though. An older woman, the corpse already deeply decomposed the fire basically destroyed any other forensic evidence. We’re still waiting on the dental records but if you have any ideas…” “No,” She lied thought she knew…she knew that the elderly woman’s body who had been found in her bar had been that of her mother. Maya slipped farther into the building. She heard the officer say that’s where the body was and it caused her to stop in her tracks. Maya took a knee where her mother’s body had once laid. Disrespected and treated like trash. Somebody was trying to send a message and whatever it was she was receiving it loud and clear. “You can leave.” The officer nodded his head before retreating the way they had just come leaving the French loyalist be. His helping hadn’t come with a price rather but a hope that the French loyalist would notice him. Notice him enough to bring him onto their team. It had been luck that he had heard about the fire at The Vault and then stole the case to be the first to brief on her on the matter. There had been no leads though but if he followed her long enough then maybe she’d lead him to them and he could help. He was good at that after all. Helping. It’s what he did best. Why he had left the slums of Ainsburg to become a law enforcement officer. He wanted to better his city and in his eyes that meant (hopefully) aligning himself with the French. ----- Blood dripped from her knuckles as she took a step backwards and eyes the male Russian before her. His face slumped forward barely unrecognizable yet she wasn't close to being done. This had merely been a break - for him, for her, he had just began to give her answers but she wasn't ready yet. She needed to draw it out. Needed to remember what it was like to have somebody begging for their life. It was no secret that she and the Russians had a strong distaste for one another. She had after all opened Mistrals in the heart of their borough but that had been two years ago. Why were they just striking back now? Why had they left her mothers body as a sign. None of it was making sense. Maya pulled the knife from the waist band and slowly pressed it into the mans side. His whole body squirmed causing the binds that held him to rattle. With a twist of her wrist Maya pressed the knife farther. The sound of his screamed echoed off the warehouse walls. "Why now?" The spat at her sending a mixture of saliva and blood landed on her face. The French loyalist used the back of her hand to wipe it away before sending her fist right into his rib cage. "You'll talk." Talk he would. Scream. Beg for his life. Maya hadn't sleep - didn't stop until she found the answers she wanted. His body now lay slumped at her feet. His blood stained her clothes, her shoes but she had finally got her answers. The Russians had wanted to make a point - they were done being taken for fools. They were competition. They were wrong and Maya Alliot was going to remind them of that. The mans final words had been that of the Russian who'd given the orders. Her lips pulled into a smug smile as she weaved her way through Istras. The blonde Russian in her sights. Maya watched as the red lipped blonde played with a blonde child with curly locks. She tossed the child in the air and caught her moments later. Maya stepped up beside her stumbled forward and grabbed a hold of the bar as if she was too drunk to stand. Maya's palm opened just enough for the blonde woman to see the detonator. "Give the child to the bar keep and come with me. Unless of course you want me to kill her too." She hadn't let her face falter but the thought of hurting the child reminded her of Luciana and she knew she wouldn't be able to do it. Wouldn't be able to take an innocent child's life. Ivanna nodded her her and passed the child off but before she had time to grab the knife off the counter Maya was grabbing a hold of her. Grabbing her fingers around her forearm and leading her towards the back door. She knew the Russians were watching but what she hadn't known so was the eager officer. The cold Massachusetts air assaulted Maya's face as she pushed Ivanna out the door and towards the awaiting SUV. The whole time they walked Ivanna hadn't shut up the woman's annoying voice in her ear about how she was going to regret this. How this was going to be the biggest mistake of her life. Maya pushed Ivanna into the car before climbing in herself. "Holy fuck will you just shut up." The SUV came to a halt as Maya turned in her seat and fired a single bullet into the woman's head. "Jesus fucking Christ." Blood covered her face, the passenger side window. Maya threw the car in park quickly enough to open the passenger side door and push the body out of the car. She was far enough outside Launceston that it wouldn't be found for a day or two. The Russian restaurant had been empty enough that only a few had seen her and even then they had seen a red head. Maya Alliot had known enough to blend - to be invisible - it had been the one thing she'd always been good at. Three miles down the road blue lights lite up her mirrors. Maya Alliot inhaled a slow breath as she pressed her eyes closed. There would be no running this time. Maya Alliot directed the car to the side of the road. There was a small quiver of hope when the fresh faces officer stepped out of the police cruiser but when a second car pulled up behind him all hope was lost. --- "You shouldn't be here." Maya Alliot looked over at the young officer as he stepped in front of the cell door and looked in at Maya. She had her eyes closed but she knew the smell of his cheap body wash. "I just wanted to help." A laugh escaped her lips as she got up quickly. Feet hitting the cold damp pavement as she closed the space between them. She had been stripped of everything. Her shoes, rings, jacket, hell they had taken her hair tie. How the was she going to kill herself with that? "You've done enough helping for a lifetime. Now I'd like to be alone." Alone is what she had been for the last few hours. What she would be for the next week before Fran would get her free. So many strings had been pulled in order to grant her her freedom. Maya pushed the doors of the police station in the same motion as she put her sun glasses on. She was met but the smug face of Fran St. Clair leaned against her motorcycle. "I'd almost say I'm disappointed but there's a small part of me that's proud you killed that bitch." Maya cracked a smile before holding her hand out. "I'm driving." The buzzing phone stopped her in her tracks. Maya pointed a finger at Fran motioning him to hold on a moment before pulling the phone from her back pocket. "It's Reagan." Maya pressed the phone to her ear. A smile pulling on her lips for the first time since she left Porto. "Hey! How are my two favorite girls?!" Panic. Fear. Chaos. Maya felt it halfway all the way on the East Coast. Maya they're taking her! They're taking Luciana! "Whose taking her? Whose taking Luci? Reagan, what's going on?" Fran stepped forward and for the first time since Maya had brought her into their lives she'd sheen some sort of emotion towards the child on her face. Maybe it was the pain on Maya's that made him react. Made him grab her and pull her into his body as her legs gave out beneath her. The words 'she's gone' leaving her lips. Fran took the phone and listened to Reagan as she spoke. DCF had come and taken Luciana. Maya Alliot had been deemed an unfit parent and Reagan had been told there wasn't enough St. Clair money to get her back. Maya pushed herself off Fran abruptly and stepped towards the motorcycle. Her hands pressed against her shirt as she pulled herself together silently. She heard Frans question if she was okay but didn't answer right away. After a moment, she looked him square in the eyes and lied. "I'm fine." She climbed onto the motorcycle and cranked the key. "I need to get back to Porto."